Clever little comedy of chemistry professor (Milland) accidentally discovering a chemical mixture which causes baseballs to avoid all wooden surfaces, namely baseball bats. He takes leave from academia and embarks on a meteoric pitching career. A most enjoyable, unpretentious picture.
—It Happens Every Spring (1949) in Leonard Maltin’s 2009 Movie Guide (2008, Signet)
The pooled fluids combine to form the (fictitious) chemical “methylethylpropylbutyl,” which then covers a large portion of the baseball.
—It Happens Every Spring, Wikipedia
By the time I discovered Maltin’s unpretentious jewel, it was already dated. Now it is way dated. (Can you spot the future star of Gilligan’s Island?)
Where I grew up, spring occurred in the vicinity of the second week of June. Weeks prior, NBC’s Saturday Night at the Movies would launch the baseball season with this modest classic.
I bring this up because at a certain age, I was enchanted with the impossibility, tension, and happy ending of Valentine Davies’s script. (Davies is worth a careful read. Think: Miracle on 34th Street.)
This enchanted spring our fearless leaders in Washington are in search of a little methylethylpropylbutyl.
There is impossibility. There is tension. There is a search for a sequestered happy ending.
They have exactly one hope.
It is Spring.
Too often—and recently—it seems idiocy in Washington happens each and every Spring. Discuss.